'For fucks Charles just go away I can't even look at you now. Stay away from me.'

'Molly please wait' but I couldn't get my words out fast enough before she slammed the door on my face. I had lost her. I knew she didn't deserve me but I couldn't let go of her. I had really screwed up this time. Well I usually always do but never this bad. I walked back to my car and drove back to our house in Devon. Molly had taken all her things out of the house and had left her wedding ring on the island in the kitchen. It had broke my heart walking back into the house where most of our amazing memories were made and seeing the only part I had left of her was her wedding ring engraved with 'you had my heart since you shared your coco pops with me C x'. All of my t-shirts that had magically made their way into her bedside cabinet were left neatly folded on the bed with a small piece of paper left on top of them. I thought you would always choose me but obviously I wasn't as good as her. That was it. The tears that had been filling my ears rolled down my cheeks as I held that piece of paper. I knew then that I had definitely made the worst decision of my life. That night cried myself to sleep on the bed we used to share.

I sat on the sofa with a can. Seeing Molly again made all the memories clear again even if she only had the door open for a total of around 30 seconds. I knew I could never be with anyone else. She was my only real love. The love of my life and she had tried to help me. However I stupidly thought the army was more important then her. Shouted at her, called her names I can't believe I had and when she went off crying I hadn't even cared. I was to wrapped up in my own problems to even think about how she was feeling but the thing I regret most was sleeping with Lane. The ultimate form of betrayal. I chucked the beer can in the recycling and headed up the stairs. I made up my mind that I was going to explain myself to Molly even if took me the rest of my life. She deserved that. I knew that pretty much any chance I had of getting back with her was gone. Blown away in the wind like leaves but I couldn't leave her without an explanation of my actions.

Molly

When he turned up on my doorstep I couldn't believe it. I wished my mum had answered the door so I wouldn't have had to see his gorgeous face and think about how much I missed that cheeky smile but I did definitely not want to speak to him. I gave him so many chances and he didn't take them so this was all on him. He most definitely was not winning me round with any of his sob stories. He had meant the world to me but as soon as he shouted at me like that I knew I was never going to put up with that. I'm not that stupid. He wasn't going to change so I went and cried, packed some of my things and walked out. Went back to my childhood flat and told mum everything. I texted telling him we were over and blocked his number. After his tour he hadn't been the same. All that time I wasted sitting by his bedside after he stepped on that bleeding boar trap when it wasn't even me he wanted sitting there. It was my best friend Georgie Lane. Well definitely not my best friend anymore but I didn't know that then. Anyway when he got outof the hospital that was when it started going to shit up until that last night together. It was after I talked to Fingers when he accidently let it slip that they had been sleeping together on their third tour together. Even though we weren't together anymore it broke my heart into a million little pieces. Stupid me for thinking their might be a glimmer of hope we weren't actually divorced yet. When I found out I went to the house and pack up anything i had left behind there and returend his shirts and the ring. He was nothing to me anymore apart from a segment of heart that could never be fixed.

When I opened the door to see him I told him to stay away from me and shut the door before he could say anything. How dare he turn up at my flat and knowing him he probably thought he was going to be able to waltz his way back into my life. We still weren't divorced though because I guess he must have never filled in the papers and I didn't have enough energy to chase him up even though I couldn't bare being connected to him. I went to bed that night angry and upset. I knew I was stupid but I really did miss the sound of his voice but how could I ever trust him again. I had to move on and leave that chapter of my life behind.

Charles

I woke up in an empty bed as I had done for the past 6 months. I was going back to London again. Molly may not be happy to see me just turn up again but she has left me no choice. If she doesn't reply to any of my texts I can't arrange anything can I. So I got in my range rover and took the 4 and half hour journey to London for the second time in 2 days. I was truly exhausted but I had to get through to Molly. I made this whole mess and its my job to fix it. I only stopped once on the way up in the services to get a coffee. However it was not worth stopping because it was one of the worst I had ever drank. I pulled up outside the block of flats and got out. I hoped that she would hear me out I had booked a hotel for a week so that I could try my hardest to explain my horrific actions. I knocked on the door and thank god Molly answered. I immediately spoke before she had a chance to say anything.

'Molly I know I'm the last person you want to see right know but I'm so sorry. Please let me explain.'

'Bloody hell Charles do you have short term memory loss of something because I think I told you yesterday that I don't want to speak to you. You really hurt me and i don't want to see you so please go.'

' Molls i'm so sorry. Please can we just talk?' I questioned but i was pretty certain I knew what the answer would be.

'Don't call me Molls. Do you ever listen. I don't care just go and don't come back' and that was it she shut the door on me again. I could hear a small sob as her feet moved away from the door. A lone tear slid down my cheek and i walked away from her doorstep slowly hoping she would change her mind and call after me. That didn't happen though. I had one last hope of getting her to talk to me because obviously turning up at hers wasn't helping my cause. I walked for 5 mins to the small cafe we used to go to together. I sat down and ordered a cup of tea. Molly would never drink coffee always told me a cuppa would always do her. I hated it but it reminded me of her. I asked the lady at the till if Molly still visited here regulary and the answer was yes. So I grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen out of my jacket and wrote her a note. Molly please text me. I need to meet you to tell you everything. Love Charles x I handed it to the lady and asked her to give it to Molly when she next saw her. My last chance and with the hope inside of me i went back to the hotel, desperatly hoping for that one text.

Molly

I went to the door thinking it was going to be the parcel i had ordered but instead opened the door to find Charles. Again. Honestly this man has a serious problem. He never used to listen, obviously he still doesn't. Uggh that man is still driving me crazy.

'Going to grab a tea mum see you later' I shouted up the stairs. Hopefully the walk would clear my head.


This is my first our girl story and would be much apreciated if you could leave a review on wether or not I should continue the story. Any constructive critism i will be extremely grateful for as I'm a young writer still getting a grips on writing.

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